Soulsupport - Guiding the Essence of You

23/01/2026

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Good morning 🩷

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Reminders for your gentle soul.
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Some Days are Simply for Breathing

Remember, it’s okay to slow down
and take a day off from everything.
Let the world keep spinning.
Let the clocks keep turning.
Step away from the noise
and the obligations.

Rest is not a failure.
It is the moment you admit
you are human,
and that your limits are not flaws
but thresholds asking for kindness.

Some days are simply for breathing,
for sitting quietly.
Let the body soften.
Let the mind unravel.
Today does not need you to carry it.
You are allowed to be held.

~ 'Some Days are Simply for Breathing' by Spirit of a Hippie

✍️ Mary Anne Byrne

~ Art 'Snowy Day' by Emel Erten

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Good morning everyone 🙏 As you start your day, don’t forget to remind yourself of these things.

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I recall someone saying to me
'You need to let go.'
I looked at them with a confused expression and said
'I don't know how to let go.'
We were sitting on a hill overlooking the ocean at the time.
I was feeling very emotionally overwhelmed and crying a lot.

'I'm just trying to keep my head above water at the moment'
I replied.

'Close your eyes, imagine yourself there in the ocean and instead of fighting to stay afloat, breathe out, stop resisting. Let the water take you'

'But I will drown!'

'You are already drowning in your emotions.
Just for a minute, imagine your body relaxing in the beautiful blue water and see what happens. We are safe here, we are not out there. You can do this.'

As I exhaled a long breath out, I imagined my body rather than struggling to keep my head above water, relaxing into the deep blue and with another long breath out, I found the tension in my mind dropping, my tight jaw of resistance slackening, and in my imagination, it was so much easier to breathe underwater.

When we blend visualisaton with intentional breathing, it can help us 'Let go'

The ocean blue might not be for you, but lying down on a soft forest bed and allowing yourself to sink into the ferns or the moss is also a lovely visual to imagine.

Choose the let go visual that suits you and exhale into it willingly.

Blessings
(c) O. NIghtsky
(Art Angela Ancalima)

22/01/2026

The Winter of Grief: What Lies Beneath

Grief feels like winter.
It arrives without warning,
a thinning of the light,
a chill that seeps into the bones.

The world grows muted,
stripped down to what is essential.
Laughter sounds distant.
Time slows.
Even breath feels heavier.

In winter, everything appears dormant.
The ground hardens.
What once bloomed with ease
now seems almost inconceivable.

Grief does this too.
It convinces us that life we once trusted
has disappeared,
that color has drained from our lives,
that what was lost
is gone forever.

But beneath the frozen surface,
something is still alive.
Hidden under the cold soil
is a seed, small and patient.

It carries the memory of what once was
and the quiet promise
of what might still be.

Grief, when allowed to exist
without being hurried or denied,
shelters this seed.

Every tear is moisture.
Every remembered laugh,
every ache of longing,
every time you say their name aloud
becomes an act of tending.

Nurturing this seed
does not mean forgetting the winter.
It means honoring it.

You return to the memories
not to reopen old wounds,
but to shield them from the cold.

You tell the stories again,
even when your voice shakes.
You let the love
that once had a place to go
move through you instead.

In doing so,
you keep the ground
from becoming barren.

Spring does not arrive all at once.
It never does.
It begins with the smallest signs:
a softening,
a brief moment of ease,
the realization
that pain no longer fills
every corner of the day.

One day you breathe
without bracing yourself.
Another day,
you smile without guilt.

These are not betrayals of loss;
they are proof
that love is still working
its way toward the light.

The seed does not replace
what was lost.
It grows because of it.
It carries memory in its roots
and tenderness in its leaves.

What emerges
is not the same life as before,
but a life shaped by remembrance,
deeper,
more fragile,
more honest.

Grief is like winter, yes.
But winter is not the end of the story.
Beneath the cold,
something waits.

And when you care for it,
when you allow yourself
to remember,
to ache,
to love still,
it will sprout,
because love
never truly disappears.

~ 'The Winter of Grief: What Lies Beneath' by Spirit of a Hippie

✍️ Mary Anne Byrne

~ Art by Lina Silina